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Horror fiction that delivers on its promise to scare, startle, frighten and unsettle. These stories are fake, but the shivers down your spine won't be.
Spirits and demons
Night falls, the cool wind is shivering, the lights in the distance are still swaying. The teenager stood in the woods outside the village, holding a hunting bow in his left hand and a feathered arrow in his right hand, with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was waiting for something.
By megangochoa4 years ago in Horror
Spirits and demons
In the corner of the town market, more and more people gathered around the young girl. The old man puffed on his pipe, the woman gently coaxed the toddler in her arms, and the children gobbled up the snacks they had just boughtas if in a competition to see who could finish them before they went home.
By megangochoa4 years ago in Horror
The Decision
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The only building within viewing distance to the abandoned cabin was a house not much larger, home to a middle-aged couple. Upon seeing the light in their neighbor’s window, the man called out to his wife, Alandra, from the kitchen. “I believe someone has finally purchased the old Barlett cabin.” After a few moments, he heard her shuffling feet and the rhythmic tap, tap, tap of her cane connecting with the hardwood floors. She took her usual place next to him looking out the window above the large double sink. They stared in silence, memories settling over them like an oppressive winter fog. Khai suppressed a shudder at the scene that haunted his deepest nightmares, one of torn flesh and blood. Thankfully, his wife pulled him from the memory with a light touch on his arm, he placed his hand over hers in grateful appreciation. He looked over at her in alarm as her hand was ice cold even though it was in the middle of a warm spring night. Taking her cold hands in his, he tried to massage his warmth into her. Meeting her light amber eyes, he caught glimpses of several emotions passing over her face too quick to discern their meaning but finally landing on quiet interest.
By Marya Pettingill4 years ago in Horror
Spirits and demons
A busy and pleasant atmosphere is permeating the entire village, and the faces of the villagers are overflowing with expressions that seem to surface only at the time of New Year's Eve. Everyone is methodically carrying out the work at hand, setting up tables, putting incense burners, slaughtering cows and goats, in preparation for a grand ritual.
By megangochoa4 years ago in Horror
Spirits and demons
After several days of unpleasant weather combinations of cloudy, rainy, and cloudy days, perhaps the Lord also felt that if things went on like this, even he might be scolded several times in the hearts of women who wanted to dry their quilts, and had to fondly release a sunny day, and cunningly chose the day of the market, so that people had to ignore the boredom of the previous days for a while and go out to have a good time first.
By megangochoa4 years ago in Horror
Ranger's Insights
Among the lush greenery, a small village is located here, with the mountains and the water, just like that desirable paradise. During the day, villagers go up to the mountains to collect firewood, go to the river to fetch water, go to the fields to serve the rice, and occasionally enjoy the pleasure of taking a break from their busy lives. The passing breeze can only carry the sound of children playing and laughing into the distance.
By megangochoa4 years ago in Horror
Poor Dead Solomon
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A passerby might have heard a faint but familiar tune wafting from an open window, Patsy Cline falling to pieces. They might have smelled strong coffee in the cool night; they might have even seen the shadow of Beverly Berry dancing all by herself in the shadow of that candle, one hand draped mid-air, the other resting softly on her swaying hip.
By Marsha Singh4 years ago in Horror
Promises To Keep
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The teenagers stumbling through the woods didn’t notice it at first. Laughing and egging each other on, they scrambled over fallen trees and grasping roots, pushing one another, grabbing someone’s hand and helping them climb onwards, generally having the time of their lives.
By Vicki Glover4 years ago in Horror
Stalked by a flame
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It all started two nights ago when I noticed the flame ignited in that abandoned cabin. I was getting ready for bed when the screech of a crow startled me. It forced me to look outside my bedroom window. As I glanced around slowly, the scenery was all the same as usual. The dim September moon shone over the forest foliage as the fog crept slowly along its floor. It wasn't anything special, but something unusual entered this common picture. A little glow was coming from Moore's cabin. A flame that illuminated softly and without movement as I watched. I thought to myself, "who lit that candle? No one should be living there. It's been vacant for years." The thought pondered through my mind as I stared at the flame. I noticed something else occupying the window. I reached for the binoculars that I kept on my dresser next to my window. Without breaking eye contact, I quickly looked through them and saw a large handprint on the glass. I flinched from shock, and the binoculars slipped from my hands, landing hard on the floor with a thud. I quickly swiped them from the floor and continued looking through my window. To my surprise, the handprint vanished without a trace as words replaced its place. The haunting words "It wont to let us go" was written crudely across the glass. I walked away from the window in a panic. My body trembled as fear began to surround me. My flight or fight response was working overdrive as it wavered between the two options. One second I would think to just answer back because someone could need my help. While on the other hand, I thought that if that cabin was dilapidated. Who or what would be writing notes in the window? The thoughts raced in my subconscious until the hair on my neck began to prickle.
By Deion Townes4 years ago in Horror
